Story Behind The Song
Clown parade, inspired by living in New York City and trying to maintain sanity. Using layers of guitar technique and changing meter the song takes a shape that builds beautifully as the struggle ensues, resulting in a refrain that is bittersweet and unresolved.
Song Description
Acoustic. Finger Picking to full out strumming. Verse minor with comforting chorus. Bridge building with feel changes creating anxiety. Coda left on a suspended chord: "ain't nothing sweeter than life." Clown parade metaphor to society, run and hide and hold onto life.
| Song Length |
3:38 |
Genre |
Folk - Alternative, Rock - Americana |
| Tempo |
Medium (111 - 130) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Nervous, Moving |
Subject |
Darkness, Clown |
| Similar Artists |
The Dave Matthews Band, Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Look out they're coming.
It's almost like a bad dream
but there's no waking no more the light,
to wake morning from the night.
They've arrived
and now they're marching in time.
They've arrived.
The Clown Parade.
With all of our love we've just one strike.
The slight of hand misdirects our life.
With our strength that we thought was out faith, so tall.
We find out that it can be bent after all
It's bending, it's bending... it's bending.
They're arrived
and now they're coming inside.
They're empty as that night.
They're coming. Hide.
They've gotten inside.
If we live it ain't gonna matter by then.
If we live it ain't gonna matter.
They've got red roses, on their hearts to hide their eyes.
They've got red roses, on the ground to hide their lies.
They've arrived.
Now they're coming inside.
Ain't nothing sweeter than life.